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“Maybe.” I shuffle through my bag, pulling out the first book my hand finds.Great.French Baroque Artists.Blech.So gaudy.
“See anything you like?”
“Not really.” I open to a random page. “You’re not exactly my type, so don’t even think—”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t.” He laughs. “You’re not really my type either.”
“Is anyone your type? Or are you oblivious to all women?”
“Huh?”
I shut the book and lean forward. “Are you gay? Because, if you are, we need to talk about your sense of style. You do not fit the stereotype at all—unless you’re going for that whole superhero-at-night, geek-by-day thing.”
“Um…” He places the magazine next to the keyboard and turns in the seat to face me. “I’m not gay.”
“So, you’re just oblivious to all women?”
“No. Why would you say that?”
I gesture toward the steps. “You didn’t even notice that girl drooling all over you. She was totally into you. She was practically handing her boobs to your mouth.”
“Oh, I noticed.” He adjusts his black-framed glasses. “I’m just not interested.”
“Why not? She’s cute.”
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest.
“You thought she was cute, right?” I ask, pressing.
“Sure. I’m just not interested.”
“Yeah, you said that. But why? Is she some stalker psychopath from your past? C’mon, Fozzie…”
He raises his brows, like a warning about the nickname. “Yes, Evelyn?”
“Girl-talk with me. She’s a crazy loony who slept with your best friend or something, right?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “You’re way off. Maggie’s nice. She and I had a lab together last year, but I don’t need the hassle right now.”
“Hassle?”
“Yeah.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Dating. It’s a time suck, and I’m too busy for all of it.”
“Too busy to go out with a girl? Man, Foster, you might want to think about dropping another extracurricular besides ping-pong, so you could have a social life. There’s more to life than studying.”
“Hey, I have a social life, and I go out, but—”
“But?” I drawl.
“I’m too…occupied for dating right now.”
“What is this? Some trendy asexual thing? You do masturbate, right?”
“Do you know no boundaries in a conversation?”
“Not really.”
“Fine.” He sighs and then scratches the back of his head. “Since we’re going to be working together for who-knows-how-long, let’s just get this out of the way. I don’t date because you girls are complicated.”
